Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

You're Athena's Daughter - Draco Malfoy

The dimly lit courtyard of Malfoy Manor was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the duelists. Y/N stood at the center, her wand drawn and her expression sharp as steel. Across from her, a fellow wizard—an overly arrogant guest from one of the many gatherings Lucius Malfoy hosted—narrowed his eyes at her, clearly underestimating her.

Draco Malfoy leaned against one of the stone pillars, his grey eyes fixed on Y/N. He didn't step in, nor did he bother to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew she could handle herself—he had seen it before—but this time felt different.

"You think you can take me, little witch?" the man taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're out of your depth."

Y/N's grip on her wand tightened, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Funny, that's what people say right before they lose."

Draco's smirk deepened. Typical Y/N. Always confident, always calm. But something about the way she moved tonight had his attention—it was too precise, too calculated.

The duel began in a blur of spells. The man's wand slashed through the air, sending a barrage of hexes her way, but Y/N countered each one with an almost effortless flick of her wrist. She moved like water, fluid and unyielding, her reflexes razor-sharp.

Draco's smirk faded into something closer to awe as he watched her. He had dueled many times before, but Y/N's technique was... different. Every move she made was deliberate, every spell perfectly timed. She wasn't just reacting; she was predicting.

The other wizard grew more frustrated, his attacks becoming erratic. "Stand still, you—!"

Y/N didn't give him the chance to finish. With a single, well-aimed spell, she disarmed him, his wand flying through the air and clattering to the ground. She stepped forward, pointing her wand directly at his chest.

"Yield," she said coldly, her voice steady.

The man hesitated, glaring at her with defiance, but the look in her eyes made him falter. He raised his hands in surrender, muttering curses under his breath as he stalked off to retrieve his wand.

Y/N lowered her wand, exhaling slowly as the tension left her body.

Draco clapped, the sound echoing in the courtyard. She turned sharply, her eyes narrowing at him.

"Enjoying the show, were you?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Draco pushed off the pillar, walking toward her with a smug grin. "Immensely. Though I have to say, I wasn't expecting you to be that good."

She raised an eyebrow. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He stopped in front of her, tilting his head slightly. "It means you're full of surprises, Y/N. That wasn't just good—it was... strategic. Almost unnervingly so."

She shrugged, tucking her wand away. "What can I say? I've had practice."

"Practice," Draco repeated, his voice laced with curiosity. "That was more than practice. That was precision. Strategy."

Y/N hesitated, debating whether to tell him the truth. But Draco was nothing if not persistent, and she knew he wouldn't let it go.

"Alright," she said finally, crossing her arms. "You want the truth?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, his expression intrigued.

"I'm not just a witch, Draco," she said, her voice quieter now. "I'm a daughter of Athena."

His brow furrowed. "Athena? As in... the Greek goddess?"

"Yes," Y/N confirmed, meeting his gaze. "The goddess of wisdom, strategy, and war. She's my mother."

Draco blinked, his sharp mind piecing things together. "That explains a lot," he murmured. "Your dueling, your ability to stay ten steps ahead of everyone... it's all her, isn't it?"

"Partly," she admitted. "The rest is me. But yes, my mother taught me to think differently. To see the bigger picture. It's why I don't lose."

Draco stared at her for a moment, a mix of admiration and something deeper flickering in his eyes. "You've been keeping that a secret this whole time?"

"Of course I have," Y/N said, her tone defensive. "Do you know what people would do if they found out? They'd either fear me or try to use me. I've had enough of both to last a lifetime."

Draco's expression softened, and he stepped closer. "I'm not afraid of you, Y/N."

"Good," she said, though her voice was quieter now. "Because I don't want you to be."

He tilted his head, studying her. "Does this mean you're unstoppable?"

A small smirk tugged at her lips. "Pretty much."

Draco chuckled, shaking his head. "You're insufferable."

"And you're predictable," she shot back, her smirk growing.

For a moment, they stood there, the tension from the duel replaced by a quiet understanding. Draco reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he said softly.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes to hide her embarrassment. "Don't get sappy on me now, Malfoy."

He smirked, his confidence returning. "Wouldn't dream of it. But I think I'll stick around. After all, someone has to keep an eye on the daughter of a goddess."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Good luck with that."

As they walked back toward the manor, Draco couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of his eye. She had always been a force to be reckoned with, but now he knew just how powerful she truly was.

And for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy found himself grateful to be on someone else's side.